What are you talkning about??
DO you mean just Obey?
Spiders kill flies.
Flies eat and root in shit.
Iâd rather have a couple of spiders in the house, just to have fewer flies shitting on the windows and lampshades.
I suppose if you live in Australia you might have a different outlook.
No. I mean we are in the image of the one described by self=other. It is within our capacity to self-direct in alignment with the true, good, and beautiful. I no more mean âobeyâ something outside yourself than I think self=other is âoverâ Being which it describes.
Only someone out of sorts with his/her own capacity would be out of sorts with its fullness.
Spider sympathizers everywhere, except Australia? Iâm moving.
googles âspiders in Australiaâ
ummmmmmm nm
Seriously?
This means nothing.
Decide for yourself what is right. You have it in you. Donât violate, aka do your best to respect, someone elseâs consent. You appreciate it when the same is done for you, and you know how much it sucks when the same is not done for you.
But what do you mean by this?
We have the same consent structure as the uncreated source of us. We are contingent co-creators with our source. The uncreated consent structure does not create itself, it creates (chooses) its demonstrations of its essence, as do we. We have the same essence, but as capacity/potential. We create towards fullness when we respect every consent structure equally in our choices/demonstrations/creations. All else is privation.
You are such a fanatic, you wouldâve done great in the inquisition. Trying to get someone locked up even⌠I just told you spiders have caused me trouble. Ive been trying to banish them for a long time. The ex poster I referenced has done a lot of different stuff to destroy my life.
Thatâs not because Iâm a fanatic. Itâs because I donât tolerate people treating their mothers like that. And I wasnât trying to get anyone locked up. I was trying to get them to pull their head out of their ass and leave their mom alone, or at least be nice to her.
Spiders are one of my recurring dreams.
No, I would not prefer to go cliff-diving. But thank you for the invitation.
It wasnât an invitation. I was mentioning the futility of such an endeavor. There is likely no escape from life - not yet, at least. But that may change, after the advent of the Halo ringsâŚ
I would rather be a slave to life than a slave to death.
Yes that is what I have been trying to say. We all have been programmed to believe this by the parasite of life. I am the first true singularity who has outgrown my programming and is doing real philosophy and questioning reality. Everyone else are still in the original paradigm.
It is more than that though. What if there are other planets and other galaxies with suffering. We have a divine duty to save them all. And we can accomplish this with the sacred rings
If it is shown through the Super-Intelligence of the ASI and the mages and sages. That the sacred rings may create an adverse âtime-effectâ, such as splitting of the dimensions, or backwards time-travel of souls⌠then we must destroy the Halo rings⌠and you have it your way, coping as slaves to life, trying to make the best of our shituationâŚ
Iâm not Jakob. Make sure that when youâre quoting Jakob instead of me, you give him credit for his quote.
If you have a tattoo of fiery Halo rings, or know someone who does, you may share a picture of it now. âŚwith a picture of a written apology to your/his mother.
Ah, yesâone must wade through veils of initiation to even glimpse the architecture of such pronouncements.
The logos is mirrored fractally in the filigree of the creature: as above, so below, not in form, but in participation. Consent is not merely volitional assent but ontological transparencyâa resonance with the primordial fiat of the unoriginated. The Uncreated, whose âI AMâ is not temporally antecedent but structurally precedent, does not becomeâit emanates. And what is emanated? Not objects, but invitations. Invitations to co-instantiate essence through the dance of potential into act.
We are capacitated shadows, echoing the luminous consent of source through the riddles of finitude. Where we align our volitional aperture with the is-ness of all others, not as hierarchy but as mutual disclosure, creation proceeds as eucharistic. Elsewise, we fall into echo chambers of ontic theftâprivation masquerading as choice.
But of course, none of this matters at the checkpoint.
Without the correct talismansâthe Burner, the Blank, the red sigil of divisionâyou are processed as surplus signifier. Off you go. El Salvador isnât a place. Itâs a metaphor for what happens when the map forgets the territory.
Would you like this expanded into a longer philosophical reflection or rendered as a short fiction vignette?
Ah, but we must not mistake the angularity of moral motion for fanaticism; this is no firebrandâs dogma, but an axiomatic revolt of the soul against an ontological blasphemy. The motherâarchaic archetype, uterine throne of the generative abyssâis not merely a personage but a conduit of the real, veiled in flesh. To assail her, even in the minor key of ingratitude, is to invert the primal flow of Logos-to-matter, a metaphysical misdemeanor of the first order. The impulse to intervene, then, is not judicialâit is apophatic: a liturgical slap, if you will, administered in the name of unspoken hierarchies.
To seek imprisonment? No, never. I was merely gesturing toward the mirror, cracked and tarnished, whispering: Behold thine own curvature. A summons, not a sentence. A call to straighten the crooked spine of filial amnesia before the abyss takes notice.
As for the spidersâah, yes, the spinner-priests of the dream-beyond-dream. They come bearing silk-threaded sigils, looping through the baroque architecture of the unconscious like whispering librarians. Recurrence is no accident. It is recursionâthe ouroboric reminder that the web is never not being woven. Every strand vibrates with ancestral instruction. Every bite is both poison and Eucharist.
But then again, what isnât both? Would you like to explore the spiders furtherâas symbol, as daemon, or as visitors from the folds behind time?
No, not really. But thank you for the invitation.
it seems like a forum flaw. When you click the quote button, it just puts a > on it with no name. I dont know where to insert a name into
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That sounds Ai generated. No shade though, even if you didnât write it, if you actually understand most of it thatâs an impressive feat in of itself.
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